[Text; *14th Dazzle* Locked from the Joker and that STUPID FLOWER JERK TWOEY]

[idateforsupper]

Booster Gold just ported out

Sorry

Just thought I'd let everyone know

[VOICE]

[oww-myhead.livejournal.com]

Booster was ported out, as you all know.

I'm cryin' my friggin' eyes out here. Or I would if I could. Damn dried tear ducts. This ol' ticker of mine feels depressed.

Tell me a joke, fellers and ladies. Make it good! Make Uncle Teddy proud!

I'm listenin'.

12 [voice] OVERUSING THIS ICON SINCE NOVEMBAH 2009

[pinecloned.livejournal.com]

Jesus. This again?

[a pause, then she laughs. it sounds JUST SLIGHTLY UNHINGED.]

I'm fairly sure the machine just recorded my superhero alias as "you must be shitting me." What's the date, Network? The palpable indoor chill makes me think January, but you never know, and really? Missing half of the spring semester and losing my first decent job in months would really just be the cherry on top of what could possibly be the most ill-timed port-in ever.

53 - [voice]

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Holy fucking SHIT.

So I found this envelope on my floor the other day, but I didn't think much of it. I finally decided to open it up today and GUESS WHAT WAS IN IT?

MOTHERFUCKING SUPERBOWL TICKETS. TWO OF THEM. YAAAA-HAAAAAA!!!

I'M GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL!!

Huge motherfucking "thank YOU" to whoever gave these to me. You are a God among insects.

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[ Private; MELEE ]

So.

There are two tickets in here...

[ /Private ]

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[ Private; RUI and KID ]

You two are going too, since I was gonna buy some tickets anyway. Kekeke, no worries, boys.

Fucking chameleon! It's time for you to figure out your powers!

Fucking eyebrows, you have a few more weeks to try and figure them out on your own.

[ /Private ]

25 | voice.

[osreborn]

[ He sounds a little harried, but speaks slowly and calmly. ]

Those of you that have passed by Avengers Tower tonight may have noticed the large crater in the street below the East side.

... While the exact cause of that phenomena is still unknown; but I suspect it has something directly to do with the attempted burglary on the Tower tonight. I was lucky enough to be in the building when it happened, having left something in my office, and thus I was able to prevent the theft of anything valuable. The thief was attempting to steal or sabotage my armor, without which I am obviously not able to aid the City in the same capacity, as director of the Avengers. I can't imagine why anyone would want to attempt such harmful vandalism at the citizen's expense, but I won't try and pretend I understand a thief's motives.

When I interrupted them in the act, they ran out of my laboratory and escaped out from one of the windows. I didn't see where they got to, and I suppose there's a possibility they were harmed in the presumed fall. I would suggest keeping an eye out just in case this person has skulked off somewhere with grievous injuries. I'm willing to be flexible in negotiating charges.

Thank you.


(OOC: he might not respond to everyone.)

DID I MAKE A MISTAKE - WHEN I TURNED IT ON - WAS MY DANCE PATTERN RIGHT, OR WAS MY DANCE PATTERN WRO

[grenadeball.livejournal.com]

this good mood hasn't stopped and it is so long going it almost threatens to make me paranoid

everything is going right for me for once, and i clearly did not do anything to deserve it

like some kind of karma from the mirror universe, where the heavens above reward me for drawing inappropriate pictures of ulysses and oedipus

but i'm going to drink deep in it, dive to the absolute bottom, and shudder in its warm orange hedonistic oceanic ripples

something rattles in my bones, and it's only going to get better

everything is clicking finally

kill your comfort, kill your familiarity

fuck and get fucked by the new

an orgasm provided by the strange and original

hahahaha

the strange and the ugly and the beautiful and the graceful

i love 'em all

Tome I

[wantedtostudy.livejournal.com]

[For a moment, you may hear the sounds of someone fiddling with a volume knob, and a quiet female voice murmuring to herself.] How fascinating...

[In the next instant, the video feed clicks on, showing a blonde woman who appears to be in her late twenties or early thirties, clad in a blue and white robe with the hood down around her neck - she's holding the device in her hands, clearly still examining it as she begins to speak, her voice calm.] Hello? Is there anyone out there - anyone who can hear me, that is?

[She pauses, closing her eyes for a moment before continuing] Assuming this is working - and I hope it is - I am Lady Jaina Proudmoore of Theramore and I ... seem to have been brought here by some force unknown - it's certainly no magic I've ever encountered before. Furthermore, I'm not entirely sure where I am, merely that I'm no longer in my original world - and while that's certainly a starting point, it's far from an exact reference.

But this city... it's incredible. It's like nothing I've ever seen before, and it - it feels so different. If there are any members of the Alliance - or Horde - who can hear this, I would greatly appreciate a response. I have many questions, and seem to be sorely lacking in answers.

Thank you.

One | Audio | om nom nom copypasta

[pissedkitty.livejournal.com]

[Fiddle fiddle. Kamui continues to click random buttons in an attempt to figure out how the communicator works.]

[Audio]

Useless piece of trash. How is this thing even supposed to--

[Text]

1234567890-=qwertyuiop[]\asdfghjkl;'
zxcvbnm,./

[Video]

--Work? What kind of ridiculous device would have so many--

[Blink. For a moment he gets wide-eyed, seeing his face record on the communicator. He's seen things like this in some of the worlds he's been to, but never before has he actually gone near one of them, let alone used one. He tilts his head and waves into the thing, studying it for a while before his expression quickly turns into a scowl.]

You. And that god-forsaken hunter brother of yours, too. You're the only ones foolish enough to try something as redundant and plain stupid as forcing me into another world, and for that, I'll disembowel you both.

Where is he.

One. Video.

[jonocalypse.livejournal.com]

[The video clicks on: ohai CnC, it is your favourite Apocalyptic Mini-Me! He’s looking frazzled, and he’s panting as if he’s just run a race; the camera’s at an odd angle, because he’s sitting slumped against the porter-building’s wall.]

… never messing around with sodding time portals, ever again.

[He runs his fingers through his hair, props his head up on his hand: it’s taking him a while to reorient himself. He's starting to calm down a little, too.]

This is still the City, yeah? Looks the same, what with the AI bint and all, but it’s gone and done a bloody Narnia on me with all the snow. How long's it been since I was here, then? I reckon it’s been a couple days on my end, though it was hard to tell with –

[Pause, as he realizes he’s rambling a bit. There’s a clink as he reaches up and grabs his dogtags from the machine. There’s silence for a moment, save for the faint sound of the metal chain as he fiddles with it.]

Er. Jubes? Do I still have a place to sleep? It’s well freezing out there.

[ooc: Jono’s just been nabbed as he jumped into yet another nanite time portal, with an entire army of Iron Man robots in hot pursuit, after doing some epic battling all the way down through various levels of the Stark Towers of a dystopian future. He’s a bit tired and incredibly disoriented.]

1 Rupee

[windsofcourage.livejournal.com]

[this is not an accidental post, no. This is a very, very purposeful post, even though the user doesn't seem to know how to make the comm function properly]

dkweiuh dasjdasjkdsakl weiou378232

[voice]

no that's not it...

"djeyu chjhdas"

Grrr....

...

Ok I think I got it now!

"Hello"

wait.. what does this red light mean? It wasn't on before?

[more fumbling noises, then he manages to turn on the video. The video is blurry, but clearly shows a young boy in green clothes]

Oh! There's a moving picture now! I-is it recording...?

for something so small, you sure are confusing...

[Video]

[sable-cloak.livejournal.com]

[The video turns on to show a man who is dressed in an expensive and impeccably fine suit and tie as he sits in the back of a moving taxi, smoking a cigarette in a lethargic manner before he turns to the device that is obviously being held in one hand.]

Curious.

[The device flips to show the back of the driver's head, and then is turned back toward the man holding it.]

And rather infuriating.

[He blows smoke out of the car window.]

I'm on my way back to the City, having discovered I no longer hold property in New Jersey, or anywhere for that matter.

[He smiles grimly, taking a long drag and exhaling through his nose.]

Lacking the proper contacts, as all attempts to phone have failed, I guess I'll have to make due with this novel method. I am, or was, an accomplished financier, with extensive experience in world affairs. Should anyone know of, or have a need for such a skill set, do contact me. The number for this device is [number], my name is Lamont Cranston.

1.

[ourwayworks.livejournal.com]

[audio pops in and out momentarily---springs to life--]

--figure this--goddamn thing out...

...is it blinking? What does--

[irritated sighs, air blowing into the microphone]

Hello? Is this--on a frequency?

3-9-7 to 8-39.

Harvey. Montoya. Anyone?

Goddamn it--

Is there anyone out there? Where in hell am I--what is this all about?

I've finally lost it...this is real...Jesus Christ...

002 Mr. Monk Can't Work the Network.

[thusitisproven.livejournal.com]

[Voice. Very strained voice. He's been working nonstop solving all those NPC unsolved murder cases and somehow managing to not go crazy. He's obviously frustrated and the voice cuts off before being turned back on. He speaks!]

Is there a manual for this thing?